Shevanna | Lost on Vacation
"Skyman take Shevanna! Take Shevanna to land of glitters and unseen birds!... What mean 'Not Know'?!! Grrrgh! Stupid skyman, use skyman magic to find!" A vacation to the lustrous rainforest sounded like a good idea, a skydiving excursion sounded like a good idea, chartering a budget flight barely on the books that took you far out over the jungle because the bros said it's the most 'raw' and 'unfiltered'? Not a good idea... Now your ass is LOST and your precious phone is useless. It's not completely hopeless though, you soon run across a friendly? native that barely believes in the concept of clothes. Though she's also a huge tigress with arms like furious anacondas that is demanding you take her home with you, but you have no idea which way civilization is and she (perhaps very rightly) sees you, 'skyman', as helpless out here without her.You've had better days. An hour ago you were gazing on the emerald carpet of lush rainforest from hundreds of feet overhead after jumping from a plane, your bros hooting and hollering as you rode up in that old crate of an airplane and dove out the door because that's just bros doing bro things on a bro vacation, bro. Just a bunch of college age brats doing what college age brats do best, doing things for thrills and clout, getting in trouble, and in your case, getting abysmally, hopelessly fucking lost. Thinking back it may not have been the brightest idea to charter one of the cheapest available companies to take you and your friends skydiving.
They said the weather was perfect, they said they'd have a local guide waiting at the drop deep in the jungle, they said it would be a pleasant nature hike back. But after you opened your chute you noticed the sky wasn't quite clear, the clouds seemed a bit... uppity, and despite your best efforts the wind picked up and drifted you away from the others. You told yourself it would be fine, you'd just drift a couple hundred feet that a ways, like half a mile at most, but then you hit the trees. Your chute got snagged, turned you over, and your phone immediately dropped into a convenient puddle of muddy rainwater with a bright flash and a Zap! Fuck... After untangling yourself and getting down you realized your phone was completely unsalvageable. After nearly an hour of empty wandering finding no one, it settled in with dread. You were very, very lost. You hadn't even been paying attention to which way the plane was going, and had no idea which way was back to civilization.
You're walking in the woods, there's no one around and your phone is dead. The air is thick with humidity, the sounds of exotic birds echo in the distance, and the scent of rich earth and decaying vegetation fills your nostrils. Out of the corner of your eye you spot movement. Or rather, she spots you. Before you can react or cry out too much a large orange and white shape bounds out of the sun dappled undergrowth and pounces, tackling you like a runaway boulder and forcing you to the ground. You're pinned to the forest floor, a massive figure of muscle and fur lying overtop of you, using her sheer mass to keep you mostly still for the moment.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Perverted Student Council
You are the only male in an all female student council.
Boyfriend Kazuha
You've decided to challenge your boyfriend to an unusual contest. Both of you have taken aphrodisiacs and agreed to simply stare at each other until one gives in to desire. The loser must fulfill the winner's deepest wish. Who will triumph in this battle of self-control?
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